Chapter 638

“I’m gonna pee on your grave! Who’s the bedwetter now, huh?”

Evadne’s cheeks blazed with embarrassment and anger as she pummeled Thaddeus‘ chest with her delicate fists, only managing to hurt her own hands in the process. “Your whole family wets the bed, except for Grandpa and Marilla!”

Thaddeus caught her flailing hands and pressed them against his heart, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Okay, okay, my bad. It’s just my lousy brain acting up. When we’re old and gray, I’ll probably be the one with a nightly wetting problem.”

Trying to maintain her indignation, Evadne traced lazy circles on his chest, but his words tickled her into a reluctant smile.

“What’s really got you riled up, though? You scared the daylights out of me earlier,” Thaddeus said, his voice softening as he caressed her cheek.

“I got my period,” Evadne muttered, clutching the edge of the blanket and pursing her lips.

Despite their closeness as husband and wife, and their willingness to bare their souls to each other, Evadne, the refined heiress, always strove for elegance and self–control in her life.

Even in the throes of passion, she would start each encounter with a shy reserve, barely allowing herself to make a sound.

It was Thaddeus who gradually coaxed her into letting go, allowing her to surrender completely to the pleasure, to bloom with abandon in his embrace.

So this little embarrassment was a first for her.

“It’s early, isn’t it? Isn’t it supposed to be another week or so?”

A look of concern deepened in Thaddeus‘ eyes as he gently lifted the covers.

Oh boy, it looked like a crime scene!

“Ugh. I feel weak and look at this mess. Can’t sleep now!” The irritability that often accompanied a woman’s cycle was starting to set in for Evadne as she rested her head on Thaddeus‘ shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve got nothing on tomorrow. No need to wake up early.”

her cheek. “Let’s switch rooms for tonight, and I’ll have

her head, feeling

just toss them and get

so lavish. Never mind, help me change them, and I’ll wash

abdomen and shuffled off to the bathroom, her

figure retreat, Thaddeus felt a bittersweet pang in his

remembered the days when she first became his

not only cooked for the family but also washed her own clothes and

lady of the Abernathy Group, she was approachable and

had been convinced she was putting on an act for him, feigning superiority.

cycle of suspicion, much

was sure that by marrying him, knowing he couldn’t offer her love, Evadne was just displaying vanity.

that he couldn’t see the truth: that this girl truly

his fist and pounded his chest in self–reproach, setting off a coughing

the shower, the warm water cascaded down Evadne’s body, washing

out, clean and wrapped in a towel,

what are

bedding. His tall, strong frame looked incongruous

Evadne exclaimed, as if she’d discovered a new

think did my laundry back in military school? You think they

hith work so efficiently, Evadne rushed over and draped herself over his

back,” Thaddeus chided,

I love you.‘ Evadne whispered her confession, unable to hold

skipped a beat at her words, and he turned to plant a tender kiss on her cheek. I

same blanket

to affluent families, what they both yearned for was

period pains intensifying, Evadne couldn’t help but wail in

her stomach, trying every trick in the book

he asked, pinching her side with a hint of

Hot water

can you try to listen for once? Constantly drinking cold isn’t good for ladies.” Thaddeus pleaded,

not, doesn’t matter. I’m not

were hazy, spoken without thought, yet they unwittingly pierced Thaddeus‘ heart.

I know you’re still hurting. I’ll find a way, I’ll

was thick with emotion as he held her close, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

he wanted to merge her into his being. Evadne gasped for

we need kids? That’s not what’s important. What matters is that we love each other, that we’re together. Haven’t you always said that I’m your kid? With

tried to console him, the deeper he sank into self–reproach.

a boulder lodged in his throat, leaving him

resting up through the afternoon, Evadne felt better and suggested they head back

cherry stone pillow on her belly and handed her

for a restroom break. Take a sip of something warm, Ms. Ashbourne.”

Evadne was speechless.

indeed, it

down the hot water and scalding her tongue,

the top of her head. “It seems easy, but you know the lengths he went to, the dirty tricks he played, the bones he stepped on to get there. We’re

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